Lost sorrows


Choose wisely and you'll never go unseen
a power of it's eyes to be keen
but doubt more and mere shallow
for you will see more than a shadow
Thrice the sun stroke three
and we called to be free
we cried for them to come
to see what we had become
but no one ever came
to see what we became
They weeped for our lost sorrows
and they were gone by tomorrow
what could we have said when all we had
was you to bait
Amongst the stars we aimed high
but all we got was a pile of light
to blind our needs
and to carry away our deeds
but no one ever came
to see what we became
we do recall the sun striking three
and we were never free
to see what we had became
our lost sorrows never came

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